Late at night, Patie and I would call each other and talk for hours, until we fell asleep or our phone batteries mutinied. Once a month, I would book a room at a hidden-away bed and breakfast in Famona, far from the prying eyes of her moth…
Published: 26 Nov 2018 at 22:53hrs | 2336 | by Jera
Her desire is deepest in the morning. She is too much woman for me, at sunrise. But I sip eagerly from her cup and inhale her essence. She is my thick cup of creamy coffee.We both wake up early – I for a date with my unfinished manuscrip…